Your cage may be gilded,
but it's still a cage.
So is mine,
and everyday
I pray
to find a way out
of this self imposed
pain...
Though invisible rope
makes my hands
as useful as they were
dead or numb,
I'm willing to fight
against my own love
of hatred...
I must break this cycle!
I should start
seeing through
my eyes
the life I was given.
I must make
myself
believe
I am a part
of this
wonderful disaster
we call
"forever".
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